Author's Note: My friend and I made a scrapbook for a friend of ours for Christmas. In it we had twenty one shots of twenty different slash pairings that we wrote over one weekend. Yup. Ten stories each in one weekend. That was fun. Anywho, after giving her the present, we decided to put our stories up on . So, here is one of them. To read the stories my friend wrote, visit her page at steelagainstivory.
Each story we did had a different theme. This one we called 'depressing'. So, enjoy and review it if you so wish. I love reviews! Unless you are a flamer, in which case, get a life that does not corrolate with mine.
And, if it isn't obvious, I do not own the characters. Only the situations I put them in.
Lord's Prayer
Hisoka pushed open the mahogany door and stepped into the church. The morning sun shone through stained glass windows, casting bright colors through out the small sanctuary. It was quiet and peaceful inside.
Hisoka quietly walked to the front pew and sat next to the only other person in the church, whose head was bent in prayer.
"Our Father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy Name,
thy kingdom come,
thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory,
forever and ever. Amen."
Tsuzuki looked up at his partner once he was done praying. "What are you doing here, Hisoka?"
"Looking for you. I woke up and you were gone. Gushoshin said you might be here," he replied.
"Well, you found me. You can go home now," Tsuzuki responded without looking at Hisoka.
"What are you doing here?" Hisoka asked, ignoring the other's comment.
"It's . . . It's nothing that concerns you, kid," he stated, looking at the floor.
"Stop calling me kid! And stop keeping me out of everything. If it's about you, then it does concern me. We're partners, aren't we?" he demanded.
Tsuzuki simply sighed and looked up at the stained glass window at the front of the church. It was an image of Jesus on the cross.
"Tell me, Tsuzuki. Please."
"There isn't much to explain," Tsuzuki hedged as he looked down again. "Once a year, I come back to this church to ask for forgiveness."
"What do you mean? You haven't done anything," Hisoka said.
"Not for me. I know my sins can never be forgiven. I pray for forgiveness for the souls we must capture," Tsuzuki answered.
"But, why?" the younger one asked.
"I'm not sure," the shinigami began. "Maybe I believe that, if they can be forgiven . . . then . . . then maybe I can be, too. Just a little," he whispered.
"What do you need to be forgiven for?" Hisoka insisted.
"I have sins in my past that you cannot imagine," was the quiet reply. "Sins you cannot imagine."
"So what?! I don't need to know those things to know that you are a good person. You just have to believe in yourself," Hisoka assured the older man.
"Thank you." Tsuzuki managed a small smile as his tortured amethyst eyes met Hisoka's unwavering jade ones. "Hey, there is a pastry shop down the street. Let's go get some cake!" he suggested as he stood up from the pew and stretched.
"It's just like you to always be thinking of your stomach," Hisoka retorted as he joined the man. Together, they walked out into the warm sunlight.
